Parts of me
And this
They are for free
Parts of me
Never the whole
I leave a hole
Fill it with breeze
The breeze is free
It costs nothing
Those tears you see
Cost nothing
That twisted mouth
Asks for nothing
It curls in pain
In vain
Take it please
They are for you
No, no, no strings attached
My strands of hair
You cannot see
They shall not entangle you
If you pull hard they might break
Take this
Use it to tie your shoe laces
So when you walk
And slip
You can blame me
Take this
And this
They are for free
Broken dreams
Parts of me
3 comments:
I Shall keep all. On a more serious note, whatever one gets as a part of anyone is at times more than enough, more than what the whole can give. Before I part, are there parts of others you have? If yes, don't they feel like complete worlds in and of themselves? We all exist in parts and partially anyway.
Anon28
Shit! You think too much.
Don't know if that's a bad thing or good.
Anon (28?!):
We are indeed all parts, but when those parts get objectified, then one feels a bit denuded.
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SM:
Now you are thinking too much...wondering whether it is good or bad.
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